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Poster: William Tell Date: Apr 8, 2007 9:42pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Lyrics that fit...(Non DEAD)

Though the following was penned by Dylan, thought it might be appropriate for the forum tonight.

They say ev'rything can be replaced,
Yet ev'ry distance is not near.
So I remember ev'ry face
Of ev'ry man who put me here.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.

They say ev'ry man needs protection,
They say ev'ry man must fall.
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Some place so high above this wall.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.

Standing next to me in this lonely crowd,
Is a man who swears he's not to blame.
All day long I hear him shout so loud,
Crying out that he was framed.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.


Stick around Ashes...we need you. Besides, you might score a boxed set in the name of CLIFF, or even something of real value.

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Poster: cush11 Date: Apr 8, 2007 10:20pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Lyrics that fit...(Non DEAD)

Thanks Tell... Here's hoping you and Arbuthnot and all had a fine Easter Sunday!!!

WHERE'S MY DISCS!!!

Just kidding... No hurry...

;)

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Poster: William Tell Date: Apr 9, 2007 7:39am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Lyrics that fit...(Non DEAD)

Got the address; in the mail today...

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Poster: smi2les Date: Apr 9, 2007 5:17am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Lyrics that fit...(Non DEAD)

Highlands

Well my heart's in the Highlands gentle and fair
Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air
Bluebelles blazing, where the Aberdeen waters flow
Well my heart's in the Highland,
I'm gonna go there when I feel good enough to go

Windows were shakin' all night in my dreams
Everything was exactly the way that it seems
Woke up this morning and I looked at the same old page
Same ol' rat race
Life in the same ol' cage.

I don't want nothing from anyone, ain't that much to take
Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fake
Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery
I wish someone would come
And push back the clock for me

Well my heart's in the Highlands wherever I roam
That's where I'll be when I get called home
The wind, it whispers to the buckeyed trees in rhyme
Well my heart's in the Highland,
I can only get there one step at a time.

I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound
Someone's always yelling turn it down
Feel like I'm drifting
Drifting from scene the scene
I'm wondering what in the devil could it all possibly mean?

Insanity is smashing up against my soul
You can say I was on anything but a roll
If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top
What would I do with it anyway
Maybe take it to the pawn shop

My heart's in the Highlands at the break of dawn
By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan
Big white clouds, like chariots that swing down low
Well my heart's in the Highlands
Only place left to go

I'm in Boston town, in some restaurant
I got no idea what I want
Well, maybe I do but I'm just really not sure
Waitress comes over
Nobody in the place but me and her

It must be a holiday, there's nobody around
She studies me closely as I sit down
She got a pretty face and long white shiny legs
She says, "What'll it be?"
I say, "I don't know, you got any soft boiled eggs?"

She looks at me, Says "I'd bring you some
but we're out of 'm, you picked the wrong time to come"
Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!"
I say, "I would if I could, but,
I don't do sketches from memory."

"Well", she says, "I'm right here in front of you, or haven't you looked?"
I say," all right, I know, but I don't have my drawing book!"
She gives me a napkin, she says, "you can do it on that"
I say, "yes I could but,
I don't know where my pencil is at!"

She pulls one out from behind her ear
She says "all right now, go ahead, draw me, I'm standing right here"
I make a few lines, and I show it for her to see
Well she takes a napkin and throws it back
And says "that don't look a thing like me!"

I said, "Oh, kind miss, it most certainly does"
She says, "you must be jokin.'" I say, "I wish I was!"
Then she says, "you don't read women authors, do you?"
Least that's what I think I hear her say,
"Well", I say, "how would you know and what would it matter anyway?"

"Well", she says, "you just don't seem like you do!"
I said, "you're way wrong."
She says, "which ones have you read then?" I say, "I read Erica Jong!"
She goes away for a minute and I slide up out of my chair
I step outside back to the busy street, but nobody's going anywhere

Well my heart's in the Highlands, with the horses and hounds
Way up in the border country, far from the towns
With the twang of the arrow and a snap of the bow
My heart's in the Highlands
Can't see any other way to go

Every day is the same thing out the door
Feel further away then ever before
Some things in life, it gets too late to learn
Well, I'm lost somewhere
I must have made a few bad turns

I see people in the park forgetting their troubles and woes
They're drinking and dancing, wearing bright colored clothes
All the young men with their young women looking so good
Well, I'd trade places with any of them
In a minute, if I could

I'm crossing the street to get away from a mangy dog
Talking to myself in a monologue
I think what I need might be a full length leather coat
Somebody just asked me
If I registered to vote

The sun is beginning to shine on me
But it's not like the sun that used to be
The party's over, and there's less and less to say
I got new eyes
Everything looks far away

Well, my heart's in the Highlands at the break of day
Over the hills and far away
There's a way to get there, and I'll figure it out somehow
But I'm already there in my mind
And that's good enough for now



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Poster: midnight sun Date: Apr 10, 2007 1:36am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Lyrics that fit...(Non DEAD)

and the author is...?

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Poster: n2oheaddives Date: Apr 11, 2007 6:31pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Lyrics that fit...(Non DEAD)

Dylan, I believe.

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Poster: Arbuthnot Date: Apr 8, 2007 9:52pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Lyrics that fit...(Non DEAD)

Will Tell ... nice, as is your wont ... thanks for sharing some Dylan; here's something a bit different, but oddly fitting:

LITURGY

If I have gone up the mountain like a mountain
Lion on the quest
On the hunt for the sweet lurk of the mapleberry
& the scent of a forgotten carcass, the blighty
Fallen timber on which to scratch out a few
Lines
If I have come down the mountain like a timber wolf
Lame & scarred & not knowing
Whom to trust
Or where to look for food
Mad of the sound the wind makes
Humming in the night
If I have taken it all too lightly, this
Seeking, if the word must be
The lover of my speaks, my sighs
The drunkard bleatings of a wounded raven on the wing
If it must all be
Then let us go out together
To find the fog of meaning
The well in which no bucket ever falls
In which our shadows lose their selves
Our selves
A meadow & the proper slant
Where no cows are grazing
Where the tracks end
Where the sound is but a sound
Of reeds & dunegrass & larchwood whispering
To a band unseen, crickets in the darkness
With cellos, violas
An occasional far-off beat
Of a drum
A cadence
The clamor of nightwalk musicians.

~ Timothy Muskat

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Poster: cush11 Date: Apr 8, 2007 10:13pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Lyrics that fit...(Non DEAD)

Hi Arb! Got something I want to ask you if your still here...
Going to go back and read this now...

:)